We were born before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic
Hark now hear the sailor's cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let you soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I'll be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Magnificently we'll float into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows you know I'll be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I got to hear it
I don't have to fear it
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we'll float into the mystic


I'm getting MARRIED!

I'm not sure what I did to deserve this amazing wonderful ever patient man. And no matter how tightly I hold him it's never close enough.

Went to Gore to see his parents and brother. Lots and lots of fun. I so badly want his family to like me.

Work going very well. Very happy there.

House good. Cold.

Fiance wonderful.